Chapter 318: After singing a song, there are difficulties inside
After singing the song, the applause was like thunder.
People's cheers continued, cheering for the Song Dynasty's heavenly singing voices.
"Everyone Song sings so well!"
Meng Ruxin clasped her hands tightly, looking excitedly at the waterside pavilion surrounded by gauze tents, and praised everyone in Song Dynasty again and again.
The Song Dynasty's singing voice is indeed well-deserved, and what's even better is that the singing is so haunting and not vulgar that even a girl from a wealthy family like her is mesmerized by it.
Kong Wenqin nodded, but felt a little disapproving in his heart.
It is true that everyone in the Song Dynasty sang very well, but without good lyrics and music, no matter how good the singing is, it will only be boring. Since ancient times, people who have praised the lyrics are those who wrote lyrics, such as Lok Tian Jushi and Dongpo Jushi.
Hangou layman, etc.
[It’s hard to believe, how old is he?]
Her eyes crossed the crowd of scholars in front of her and landed on Jialan's slightly thin back, becoming more and more curious.
Not everyone feels happy and happy.
Standing on the attic not far from Fulin Hall, Yu Yanhong looked very ugly. Standing next to his sister, Yu Chengsi felt that the atmosphere was becoming more depressing and embarrassing. He was about to say something, but he heard his sister burst into laughter.
, turned around and said: "Brother, don't worry, I have thought of the current situation a long time ago. Knowing yourself and the enemy, this guy is quite good, how can I not guard against this move?"
Yu Chengsi was slightly startled: "What do you mean?"
Yu Yanhong leaned against the railing and smiled coldly: "Keep watching."
"Good words, wonderful words!" Zhou Zhuoming praised loudly. He looked at the silent Bao Wenfeng, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly winked at the etiquette officer next to him, who quickly ordered someone to prepare the gong.
, so you can move on to the next step.
"Xie Yuanlang is so talented!"
Suddenly there was a shout from the crowd: "Just now Xie Yuanlang said that this poem was an old composition from the past. I wonder if I can improvise another one today?"
Why are you still here?
Zhou Zhuoming glared and looked at Jia Lan with a look that seemed to ask: "How many people have you offended at such a young age?!"
Sensing Zhou Zhuoming's gaze, Jia Lan could only smile bitterly in return. He couldn't figure out the situation, but one thing was certain. He must have made great efforts to target his own people tonight.
However... he is not afraid of words to force him.
Jia Lan didn't even find the person who just spoke, he just smiled faintly in the direction of the voice.
"Okay!"
He looked at the waterside pavilion aside: "I just have to trouble everyone Song again."
"If Master Jie Yuan is so interested, how dare you disobey me?" The clear voice of the Song family came out from the gauze tent.
The crowd is rocking again!
Jia Lan smiled, walked to the boy holding the four treasures of the study, lifted the pen on the tray and looked up at the moonlight in the sky, then lowered his head and started writing again.
"On the pavilion with clear snow, I try out the lights and curtains, it's the Lantern Festival. Luo Qi's charming spring, the scenery of the imperial city, is a must tonight."
Zhou Zhuoming curiously walked up to Jia Lan and only read half of it. His expression was startled, and then he fell into doubts about life.
It wasn't until Jia Lan finished writing the second half that he came back to his senses and looked at Jia Lan as if he were looking at a freak.
"When you know that I am a pupil, I will teach on a good day in the next month. I will close the firewood door early and follow him to play the flute and drum carefully."
After listening to Jia Lan's words, everyone had different expressions.
If the previous song "The Full Moon" depicts the Lantern Festival night with meticulous brushwork, and finally expresses people's attachment to the good time and festival with the sentence "A hundred years and thirty-six thousand nights, may it last as long as this night", then
This song "Willow Shao Qing" has a different flavor.
The sentence "Close the firewood gate early, let him play the flute and drum carefully." makes the whole poem return to tranquility from the hustle and bustle, which is quite a bit like Mr. Wuliu returning to the countryside.
After a while, the faint music sounded again from the waterside pavilion by the lake.
This time, there is not only the pipa, but also the sound of the flute, flute, and sheng ensemble.
The melody is light and distant, and has a sense of casual self-entertainment.
The sound of music was long, and the singing voices of the Song Dynasty were revealed again. At this time, even Jia Lan couldn't help but let go of his thoughts and quietly appreciate it.
"Wonderful, so wonderful!"
Xu Lingkuan sat leaning on the railing, closed his eyes and listened to the singing, and sighed with emotion: "The singer is good, and the lyrics are also very good!"
The Lord of Danyang County also said: "My husband is right. He is indeed a good singer. It is not inferior to the offerings from Ouchi."
"Not bad!" Changbai half-squinted his eyes, with a smile on his lips, as if he was enjoying it, as if he was happy for Jia Lan.
Listening to Jia Lan's two good poems in a row, Chang Feng was very excited and kept talking about his relationship with Jia Lan with the people around him.
Wang Qiong, who had repeatedly targeted Jia Lan before, has long since disappeared.
Even Rulan's eyes were filled with little stars: "I didn't expect that Mr. Jie Yuanlang of the Jia family could write such good words."
For a girl of her age who is lively and fun-loving by nature, she probably only has an impression of what "well-written articles" means, but tonight when she heard the words written by Jia Lan with her own ears, it was really true.
A real experience.
"As expected of Brother Lan!" Minglan was filled with joy and looked across the lake to the other side, as if she wanted to search for Jia Lan's figure.
Seeing the sparkling look in Minglan's eyes, Eleven Niang's expression darkened slightly, and she lowered her head in silence.
"Damn..."
Some people like it, and some people hate it. People's likes and dislikes are actually things that cannot be explained. Sometimes they are just disgusting, and the reason cannot be explained.
This is the case for Fang Tangjing, who is standing in the corner of the crowd.
Looking at Jia Lan, who was smiling and accepting everyone's cheers, Fang Tangjing's expression was very exciting, with envy, jealousy, hatred, and various emotions intertwined.
"Brother Fang."
Suddenly, a man walked up to Fang Tangjing and touched him.
"It's time to settle the promised money."
Fang Tangjing raised his head and looked at this person, but said nothing.
The visitor was not anxious when he saw this, he just smiled and suddenly changed his voice: "We are all decent people. I'm afraid Brother Fang doesn't want the people in the garden to hear that there is something else behind the words written by Jie Yuanlang.
Story, right? Such a good word, not to say it will last forever, but to say it will be famous all over the world..."
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The other party laughed.
Fang Tangjing was so angry that his eyes were filled with smoke, and he almost gritted his teeth and vomited blood, but he could only swallow it in his stomach.
"Here you go!"
He hurriedly took out a banknote from his body and threw it directly into the other party's hand.
"A bank note?" The man took it and looked at it through the surrounding lights and moonlight. He shook his head and handed the note back: "Brother Fang, we have agreed that we will only give it in cash."
Fang Tangjing said stiffly: "Only banknotes!"
The other party looked him up and down, turned around and left without saying anything.
"Wait, where are you going?" Fang Tangjing was startled and hurriedly chased after him.
"Of course we go to Fufang Hall!"
"Don't!" Fang Tangjing grabbed the other party and showed an ugly smile: "It's easy to discuss, everything is easy to discuss!"
After that, he took out the bag hanging on his waist and poured out all the broken silver in it.
"I didn't lie to you, I only have these ten taels!"
The other party glanced at it and found out that it was true. He took the money away without saying anything. At the end, he raised his hand towards Fang Tangjing and said, "Brother Fang is generous, see you later!"
"The soul is weak..." Fang Tangjing stared at the other person, and the original resentment against Jia Lan was immediately transferred to this person.
"When I pass the exam, I'll have something good for you in the future!"
Returning to Jialan's place, he sang two excellent words in a row. The audience was feasting their eyes and felt that the night was about to end. Unexpectedly, Bao Wenfeng, who had not spoken for a long time, actually spoke again: "I just heard Jie Yuanlang
As I said, these two poems are old works from the past. With Jia Jieyuan's talent, he must have more than one or two poems. How about writing them all at once? Three poems in one night, Jie Yuanlang can be famous all over the world!"
"Wen Feng..." Zhou Zhuoming opened his mouth, but finally stopped.
Even he could notice that Bao Wenfeng was acting strange tonight, let alone Jia Lan.
In his spiritual consciousness, Bao Wenfeng seemed to be pressed by a thousand pounds of pressure on his shoulders, very depressed.
Maybe there are other reasons?
Observing along the way, judging from Zhou Zhuoming's changing expression, there is probably a hidden reason behind this matter.
Jia Lan said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Brother Bao, is it worth it?"
"Jia Jieyuan really has a sharp eye, but... I have no choice." Bao Wenfeng smiled bitterly, but his eyes suddenly became clear. He cupped his hands and said: "If Jia Jieyuan has another great work, you might as well use tonight's grand event to publicize it widely.
This may save you a lot of unnecessary trouble in the future."